Even if I stop, you'll still know it. Even if I stop, it's still true. Even if I stop...you're still loved.
And he doesn't pull away, doesn't stop kissing, doesn't stop projecting because while he always gives people what they want, sometimes he gives them what they need...
And let's his heart take the scars for the consequences.
Slowly, he starts trying to pull out of the kiss - slowly because he knows Nick won't let him out if he jerks away.
Nick, please, let me go.
Now he wants to be alone; wants to curl up in the corner with a pillow and a blanket and go to sleep. He's used to it. It's how he's spent most of the last seventy years - alone.
He ignores everything - the thoughts, the movements, the kiss - as Nick leaves, then rolls off the bed. It's gonna fall down anyway. He yanks all the pillows off the bed - there's only six or seven - and the blankets and tosses them all into the corner - the corner farthest from the door - away from everything. He sits down, back against the wall, blanket over him and stares off into nothing.
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And he doesn't pull away, doesn't stop kissing, doesn't stop projecting because while he always gives people what they want, sometimes he gives them what they need...
And let's his heart take the scars for the consequences.
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Nick, please, let me go.
Now he wants to be alone; wants to curl up in the corner with a pillow and a blanket and go to sleep. He's used to it. It's how he's spent most of the last seventy years - alone.
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And he lets go, rolls Michael off gently to the bed, gets up, gets dressed.
Leaves his shirt in the hole.
Presses a kiss to the top of Michael's head.
And closes the door behind him as he goes.
And I'll be there when you want me to hold on again.
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